Agilbert Fontaine, Headmaster of Ilvermorny, left the Hospital Wing late that same night. He passed by Pukwudgies cleaning the halls as he left, who muttered a minimal greeting as he continued his way. He took to the halls on the eastern side of the school and walked towards a large painting on the wall at the end of the hallway, his long blue robes flowing out behind him. He reached the painting, which rose from ground level to above his head, and set his hand on the canvas. It was a large painting of Isolt and her family, a family portrait. As he set his hand on the painting, Isolt reached out her hand and put touched hers to his. He muttered under his breath: "Triskelion". The painting then opened outwards to reveal a large spiral staircase. He climbed upwards as the painting closed behind him.

The stairs led into the Headmaster's Office. He strode over to his desk and sat down, gazing at the large bundle of letters on his desk labeled: "From Arkansas", which sat next to another bundled labeled: "From Idaho". Letters were coming in from all over the country, either to show support for the teachers at Ilvermorny… or to condemn them for their recklessness. He sighed, leaning back to gaze at the painted ceiling, like the inside of a cone that had beams protruding out and in to hold up the ceiling. The ceiling was painted to copy the night sky, moving as the stars did throughout the year. It was a gift from Alaska when they joined the United States. The stars were lit with what looked like glittering fishing line, outlining the constellations. The only sounds in his office was that of the glittering fire, tucked away in the corner, and the wind as it blew through the trees outside. Suddenly, someone began to knock at the door.

"Come in" Fontaine answered. The door to his office opened to reveal Jessica Fey, Head of Thunderbird House. She walked in briskly and stood before Fontaine.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" she asked. Fontaine shook his head.

"Nothing that isn't already happening inside my head" he replied, opening a drawer in his desk. He then set the bundles of letters next to others in the drawer labeled From Mexico City and From Manitoba.

"We all know that could be many things, Headmaster" she told him, "What is it today?" she walked over to the chair in front of his desk and sat down.

"Oh, just the usual. Logistical stuff and how to best educate the students. The this batch of fifth years don't seem to have a good grasp on how much their O.W.L's matter to their future. The same thing goes for the sixth-years and their N.E.W.T's" he told her. He gestured towards a manila folder on his desk. "Still, there is more on my mind than just the usual stuff"

"The new students?" Fey asked.

"There is something about them, not just the fact that their magical abilities developed at such an advanced age, but that their fates now seem to be intertwined with that of our world very deeply" he muttered. Fontaine stood from his desk and walked over to the large fireplace hidden in the corner. By it stood a large pot. Normally, it would hold a large magical houseplant, but instead it held a large bundle of sticks and twigs. Fontaine grabbed them and walked back towards the large empty floorspace behind Professor Fey's chair with the sticks under his arm.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the art of Xylomancy, professor?" he asked her. She looked back at him, turning in her chair to face him.

"I have heard the name before, but I haven't studied it myself" she replied.

"Xylomancy is a branch of Divination that relies on various branches and twigs" he told her. "You toss the sticks onto the ground and look for various arrangements in the sticks once they land. The accuracy of the divination depends on how you throw the sticks, on how many you have, what their various lengths are, and more" he readjusted the sticks under his arm, undoing the knot of twine that held them together. "My father worked to perfect the skill by practicing with various Native American tribes all over North America for many years, eventually writing the book, What the Twigs can Tell: The Art of Xylomancy. Its the textbook used in our extracurricular class" he coughed.

"Enough of that" he muttered, tossing the sticks up into the air. They fell onto the ground in a loud clash of wood on stone. He knelt onto one knee and studied how they all landed. To some, it would look ridiculous what he was doing, but to him, it was a gateway into the future. His Inner Eye was probably one of the best and most accurate in North America.

"See anything?" Fey asked him. Fontaine sighed in reply.

"Nothing" he turned his head. "The Vermont Quodpot Team is going to have a good season this year, it's going to rain tomorrow, and the team that's going to win the Quidditch World Cup this year is…" he stopped suddenly as Fey sighed. He turned to her.

"I think we've had enough spoilers for one day" she told him, chuckling. He smiled back sheepishly.

"If you say so" Fontaine answered. He stood and walked out towards the balcony, which was shielded from the office by a large pair of iron-wrought doors. He opened both at the same time and went out onto the balcony, resting his elbows on the railing. Professor Fey followed him.

"That wasn't all that I saw" he told her as she stood next to him by the railing. "I saw a sign, a sign that appeared recently, the night that magical abilities suddenly appeared in nonmagical people worldwide" Fey turned towards him in concern.

"What sign?" she asked with concern in her voice, her blonde hair flowing back behind her in the wind.

"The sign of danger, immense danger" his voice lowered. "The last time this sign appeared was when Voldemort had risen to power. The sign never disappeared though after that fateful night in Godric's Hollow. It endured, much to my father's fears that Voldemort would return, just as he did. It was only after the Battle of Hogwarts that it disappeared. But after that night where the Wizarding World was shocked to its core, it returned" he told her. His eyes wandered to the Owlery off on the nearby hillside.

"From China to Brazil, the fact that this happened is earth-shattering for all of us" Fey told him. "It's making us question the most fundamental ways that our world works! Do you know why these young adults suddenly have magical abilities?" Fey asked.

"No, I don't. It has been on my mind, however. I feel like there is some connection, the fact that this sign appeared again on the same day that these people suddenly develop magic. They must be important somehow!" he answered with annoyance at the question that has been eluding him for months now. He walked back into his office, throwing the doors back. "They are vital to what's coming, they have to be!" he stopped after putting the sticks back near the fireplace.

"I fear the incident with the Giant was only just the beginning"

Bonus Material, North American Magical Creature Profile:

-The Columbia River Sand Squink-

MACUSA Rating: Generally Passive Creature, but Untamable and Dangerous when Provoked

The Columbia River Sand Squink is a magical creature native to the northern reaches of the Rocky Mountains in the state of Washington. It's rabbit-like ears, coyote-like body, and its squirrel-like tail makes it one of the odder magical creatures to be discovered in North America. The diet of the Sand Squink mostly consists of fish, but it prefers electric eels when it can find them. This is due to this creature's ability to conduct, produce, and discharge large amounts of electricity. This creature produces eggs made of natural form of bakelite, an early type of plastic, and has been seen to line its nests with plastic materials, like old plastic inner tubes.

Quick Note from the Author, Answering Reviews left on this Story:

"Great story. Hope you'll be writing more on it. Also why do students from Greenland and Iceland attend Ilvermorny? Isn't North America big enough? :) "

This concept has been one of the tricky things about discovering how the wizarding world works in North America. First of all, one of the things I first realized is that while Ilvermorny is the main wizarding school of North America, there would be no reasonable way for the entire continent to be taught at the school due to the immense size of the continent. Because of this, I also spent a lot of time figuring out how the students from Mexico and Canada would arrive at Ilvermorny, resulting in my inspiration for the Flying-Canoes from Canada. In the case of Greenland and Iceland, I eventually decided upon excluding them from Ilvermorny to be taught in Europe (to reference the Norse colonization of the two countries). Whether I have updated this in that chapter at the time of this chapter being written, I don't know. It will be in the future when I eventually revisit that chapter.

"Keep up good work. This is one of the most creative and loyal HP fanfics I've read"

Thank you! One of my main goals when writing this story is to have an immense desire to keep what JK Rowling has already established, but to expand what she has not put into writing in ways that would be logical, realistic, magical, and quintessentially American.

"Why is Jacob 18 when he's accepted into Ilvermorny? Shouldn't he be like 11?"

While this is a logical question to ask prior to the release of this chapter, this concept is something that was written to create a central conflict between the main characters and the rest of the Wizarding World, a conflict that they will have to overcome in the future. This was also done to question some of the most basic concepts of Harry Potter and to briefly break down in this story the concept originally posed by JK Rowling.

Also, I will be updating the already existing chapters with their own Magical Creature Profiles, and a small list of them in the first chapter, in order to put the information I have been compiling to good use.

-JT